Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.